Remember me one evening

Remember me one quiet eve, 

when skies blush soft and slow,

When silence wraps the twilight air,

and memories gently flow.

I may be an old, forgotten name,

a shadow in your mind,

But even faded friendships hold

the warmth we leave behind.

Call me not for grandeur,

nor tales that time rewrote,

But for the laughs, the shared old songs,

the letters that I wrote.

A friend I was, and still remain—

just lost within your past,

But I breathe, I feel, I wait unseen,

for bonds that always last.

Remember how we spoke for hours

of dreams and distant stars?

Of rain-soaked lanes and secret thoughts,

of unhealed little scars?

The world moved on, as worlds must do,

but I remained the same,

Still smiling at those memories,

still whispering your name.

So when the sky is tinged with dusk

and loneliness feels near,

Think of me in a gentle light,

not with regret or fear.

I do not ask to be your sun,

your storm, or guiding flame,

Just a quiet echo in your heart,

a half-forgotten name.

And if someday you pause and smile, 

with no reason why —

Know it was me, just passing through, 

like wind beneath the sky.